Warnings

It's the way you

smile and

your face

leans to mine

and

you laugh

because you know

you got

me.

It's the way you

sing your

sub-par tunes

and

expect me

to know the

words.

It's the way you

look at

me

when

the sun

is setting

and you

are confessing

and your eyes are

both pale

and dark.

It's the way you

hold me

like you know

you're oh so

lucky

that you found

me

and you

tremble

when

you kiss

me

like you're

scared

I'll run

away.

It's the way you

tell me

that you

care

for me

and when my

tongue

can't sing for my

heart,

you stay

in my

imperfect arms

and

don't expect

me

to know the

words.

They warn me about your

past

but these things live in the

present.